A little Warmer, but various temps are Forecast for the Rest of the week

I must see if I can get this written.  I finally got  the design off of this and left the star I needed to have.  I am going to send Connie and Larry an e-mail letting them know I won’t be at Ron’s at Christmas.  I love going there but this old body is rebelling.  My hip on the side , left, where no surgery has been done, just gave me fits  from about 3 O’Clock in the afternoon just gave me fits and still is  this morning. I did nothing except Joe brought up my Christmas tree that Debbie made for me long ago and a few decorations, but that was apparently enough to send my leg and Hip Off  to a  “let’s pick on Lucy, day”  Joe and Spunky and I will be home for Christmas.  Ron’s back responded very well to the first shot of cortisone for 2 days and now he is back to eating pain pills. Putting Buddy down does not help.  We usually got another one by accident, because we  were known as the couple that love and treat their dogs like family.  They filled that void.  You never  forget the ones you lost but there is comfort to bury your face into there warm bodies and eager tongue, saying thank you for giving me a good home.  There will not be another when Spunky is gone.  I am to old for that, because what would happen to them when we died.  Joe isn’t as good as he was.  He has more problems with his vision and yesterday he was hanging some things from the ceiling, standing on a chair and he stepped down and misjudged and lost his balance and fell.  Thank goodness it was on the opposite side where his unit is  in his chest for his heart.  Had it been the left side  I am sure a wire would have been jarred loose.  He would have been fine with a step ladder which he has 2 or 3.  Joe is getting up so I better go.  Shirl, and all, Spunky is doing better every day.    So much stronger each day.